The sad line I heard yesterday was "I am not pretty," and she asked me why I didn't compliment her earlier. I replied that I keep my feelings in my heart. She is a lovely, beautiful lady. When I say she is pretty, I never lie. I always admire women with fair skin. Now she doesn't believe she is beautiful, and it makes me sad. In my eyes, no one is more beautiful than her. She always captures my heart. I don't care about her weight; I love a woman with a joyful spirit. They are adorable and sweet, and they always make me smile.
I have never told her this. I am afraid she might get the wrong idea or think I am only complimenting her to win her over. You know, women often feel that they are not beautiful, and it's hard to convince them otherwise. They tend to compare themselves to other women. Therefore, instead of giving compliments, I opt to remain silent. It's better than her misinterpreting my intentions. Women dislike it when men comment on their weight or body shape. I have decided not to broach the subject. We love someone as they are.
I am a very private person. If you don't ask, I won't tell.